Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.